Chants

I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high, they reach the sky, but like West Ham they fade and die
Tottenham always running, Arsenal hiding too,
We’re the Chelsea boot boys, and we’re running after you!

One man went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
(aside) Meadow!,
One man and his dog,
(aside) Spot!,
Went to mow a meadow,

Two men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
(aside) Meadow!
Two men, one man and his dog,
(aside) Spot!
Went to mow a meadow,

Three men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
(aside) Meadow!
Three men, Two men, one man and his dog,
(aside) Spot!
Went to mow a meadow,

repeat up to 9 then everyone stands up….

Ten men went to mow,
Went to mow a meadow,
(aside) Meadow!
Ten men, nine men, eight men, seven men, six men,
five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog,
(aside) Spot!
Went to mow a meadow,

You are my Chelsea, my only Chelsea, you make me happy when skies are gray,
You’ll never notice how much I love you
Until you’ve taken my Chelsea away…
La la la la la ooh…
La la la la la ooh…

Chelsea RhapsodyCourtesy of our Orange County crew, the OC Hooligans

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Manage a good side
No escape from mediocrity
Open your eyes
Look at the league table and see
I’m just a fat boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m “easy come, easy go”
Long ball style, nice and slow
Anything the fans say, doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Roman, just killed your club
Put a legend out of work
Hired me in, the stupid berk
Roman, season had just begun
But now you’ve gone and thrown it all away
Roman, ooo
Your decisions make fans cry
If Torres starts ahead of Ba tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, I’ve fucked it up
You’ve realised that I’m shite
Team keeps losing all the time
Goodbye everybody – I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind with Benayoun
Roman, ooo – (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to go
I’d rather stay here laughing at you all

I see a little silhouette-o of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fernando

I’m just a fat bloke, nobody loves me
He’s just a fat bloke suffering from obesity
Spare our club from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go — will you make him go?
Malouda! No! We will not let him go! — Let him go!
Malouda! We will not let him go! — Let him go!
Malouda! We will not let him go! — Let me go!
Will not let him go! — Let him go! Never!
Never let him go! — Let him go!
Never let him go! — ooo

So you think you can stop me ruining your side
So you think you can stop me from stating the FACTs
Oh Gourlay — can’t do this to me, Gourlay
Just gotta get him out — just gotta get him right outta here